This is a song about "Rice is disgusting"

Well we're not and your caught in the disgusting things saying it's all trusting

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Hopin the outcome of me punchin aint too disgusting

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice